[open] WHO LET THE DOG OUT

[flaredo]

Who: flaredo & undaunts and YOU! (Tagging order will be You-Ruby-Yang!)
When: IC 5/1
Where: Everywheeeeeeeeere
What: In which a corgi rains terror over the populace
Rating/Warning: C for CORGIIIIIIII

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[ So while you're walking about, enjoying or hating your day, you will encounter a dog. This dog will, as adorable corgis do, perform one of the following feats:

a.) Steal whatever you're holding for a game of Keep Away. Don't think that being tall will save you, he's got quite the spring in his hind legs.

b.) Drop whatever thing he's picked up (ball, wadded up paper, someone's high heel) and wait expectantly for you to play fetch with him.

c.) Bark. And roll over. This means love him.

d.) Trip you. It's probably unintentional.

Whatever he does, at least you'll hear two voices (familiar or not) clamoring in the distance for "Zweeeeeeeeeeeeeei!" and then Yang and Ruby will be heading in your direction at high speed.

Whatever you do, don't grab the dog and run. They may not know who you are, but they will find you. And they will kill you.

Or at least make you regret it. ]

Comments

[flaredo]

I don't know if the new friend's too happy, though. [ Yang's just a few steps behind her sister, crouching to look at Freddie. ]

You okay? He usually just rolls over without the tripping.

[itcamefromthe1950s]

[Freddie sighs, scooping up his notebook and adjusting his glasses and hair as he stands. He should have been paying more attention to where he was going, so he knew he didn't have much right in getting mad.]

Yeah, I'm fine. I wasn't really expecting a dog to just appear outta nowhere. He seems okay, at least. Might wanna keep him on a leash before he runs in front of someone who won't find it okay, though.

[undaunts]

...Yeah, about that.

[The leash dangles from Ruby's hand, and she shrugs sheepishly.]

Um... it was an accident. I'm really sorry that he caused you some trouble though!

[flaredo]

I promise he usually doesn't run around terrorizing the city!

[ I mean, look at him. ]

[itcamefromthe1950s]

[Ah, so he sees. He nods at the leash understandingly. And then he looks down at Zwei. Freddie is sort of weak to dogs, especially since he misses his own.]

It's fine, really.

[Grinning, he kneels down to give the corgi a head rub.] I dunno though, he sure looks like a terror. He just looks unsuspecting!

[undaunts]

He's definitely a terror.

[You are 150% correct.]

Sometimes we bring him along with us on missions, because he's really good in a pinch!

[flaredo]

Yep! He's a combat corgi!

[ GLOWING WITH PRIDE... ]

[itcamefromthe1950s]

[It's also nice to see a pet that's real and alive here, not just another robot. He shoots the girls a skeptical raised eyebrow though.]

"Combat corgi"? Seriously? Do you take him into ViViD or something?

[Can... Can dogs even go into ViViD??]

[undaunts]

Uh... well, I guess we could.

[Ruby just shrugs, even as Zwei barks happily.]

Mostly she meant that he can come with us on field missions though.

[flaredo]

Right, what she said. He's pretty handy to have around in a fight.

[ Completely serious. ]

[itcamefromthe1950s]

Field missions? Do you mean back where you're from then...?

[Color him curious on what sort of missions two girls who are probably younger than him go on.]

My family's got a golden retriever, but about the most combative thing he does is occasionally steal food from someone's plate when they're not looking.

[undaunts]

Yep! We're Huntresses, so we go and fight giant monsters.

[You know, as you do. She giggles at that, though.]

Zwei does that too! Dogs are pretty sneaky, huh?

[flaredo]

Zwei should have more trouble getting away with it, since he actually has to jump... it's too bad your dog's not here, though.

[itcamefromthe1950s]

[Freddie's eyes grow wide at the mention of fighting giant monsters.]

Wait-- you do? Serious? Where are you from? Er-- when? Sorry, I just-- [It's mostly the military fighting off giant monsters where he's from, but that's not to say that others who do are out there. Or that the military might hire teenage girls for some reason.]

-- I don't mean anything bad by it, it's just that you don't fit the profile of most monster fighters I've met back home.

[undaunts]

Um... Remnant!

[Yeah. Ruby's not expecting too much recognition, because she can usually tell when people are from their world and he doesn't really come across that way.]

We're from Remnant. And trust me, monster-hunting is totally normal there.

[...] Sort of. I mean, for Huntresses it is.

[flaredo]

We're also still in-training, but they have entire combat academies dedicated to stuff like that.

[ And a military, yes. ]

[itcamefromthe1950s]

That's-- incredible. [He's really surprised. Anyone he's talked to so far as been pretty surprised about the monster thing when he brings it up, so he was starting to get the idea that most other people's worlds weren't like his. And he had started to feel a little bitter about it. He hoped they knew how lucky they had it.]

I've never heard of it, but, wow. So you're with the military, then? That would make sense... [Being from 1958, so women being prevalent in the military isn't really a thing yet, but he thinks it's totally cool.]

I, uh, I'm not much of a fighter, so I've been trying to help on the research side. My whole family is involved in it in one way or another, really. But I'm currently in-- er, was in college for biology, planning to take up xenobiology.

[undaunts]

Soooort of. I mean, Huntsmen and Huntresses are separate from the military and way cooler but we still protect people from monsters and stuff like that!

[Nailed it. But she beams at him, because even if it's not quite as cool as monster hunting in her 15 year old head, she still thinks:]

Hey, that's important too! So you study monsters and things like that, then?

[flaredo]

Yeah, that's seriously helpful! Research helps make the fights easier, right?

[ Their father didn't fight as much these days-- he taught, more than anything. She can respect that. ]

[itcamefromthe1950s]

That's right! [He beams himself now, always very proud of his extensive knowledge.] Gotta know your enemy, right? My aunt's a scientist too, and my family deals with, um, disposal. [Because someone has to clean up those biohazard messes.] So it's pretty much the family business. I never thought I'd meet anyone else here who'd be involved in this sorta thing, especially since when I've brought it up to people here... Well, they seem to think it sounds insane. I didn't realize my world's more unique than others.

[undaunts]

Ewwww, disposal.

[But she's got the humor of a young teenage girl, so she's snort-laughing anyway.]

But yeah, not a lot of people are used to giant monsters. It's weird, but... their loss, really! I mean--there are a lot of giant monsters here, so at least we're prepared.

[flaredo]

They're probably happier, but-- right, because there are all kinds of weird giant thingies here who want us dead, we're all set to take 'em on! Do you research the ones here, too?

[ She'd be interested in learning, admittedly. ]

[itcamefromthe1950s]

It's not glamorous by any means, but hey, it's gotta be done, right? [And thanks to this decades-long family business, they're very well off. Not too many are willing to do it, and his family's name is respected for it.] Can't just leave dead giant monsters lying around everywhere.

Um, well, I've been trying to, but getting my hands on any information has been pretty tough. Like how the library seems to completely lack a non-fiction section, for one thing.

[undaunts]

Yeaaaaahhh there's not a lot of info here. If you ever wanna go study some monsters up close and personal, let us know! We could go out into the jungle and get a few.

[And, you know. Fight them. It's what they do.]

[flaredo]

Yeah! We'll be your monster huntresses!

[ It could be fun. ]